dystopias
my heart was barren and empty since it had been vacated. tumbleweeds of coke cans and squashed plastic bottles compressed (as my thoughts had been) rolled across with the bitter winds of winter, whistling through my bones. my eyes were lifeless as the sand at my feet being meekly tossed about by something bigger and better.
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